If god had a song to smoke to this would be it
All the rappers I know be talkin bout' that street shit
But they dont really live it
I swear to god that shit get me livid
Tonight's the night baby and you know we can't relive it
(Yeah)
If this is the moment we gotta own it
Don't worry bout' bitches f*ck my opponents
Told zay play the beat
Don't worry nigga i'm on it
Weed man front the eighth
So now the youngin be zoning
(Yeah)
Through the stressin I find my way through the blessings
Everyday it's been a lesson
I just take it by the second
Give me a second
Damn bitch
Let it sink in
All the smoke from my smoker friends will probably creep in
And my girl friends told my girl I be creppin
Sorry baby its the weed in my system
So after all my niggas roll up
We gon let the beat breathe
Nigga hold up
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
I tell you homie its nothing to be a real nigga
Problem is it cost alot to keep it real witcha
See I don see a lot of young niggas crack under pressure
And in weather
I get high just to get myself together
I'm dolo
In polo
In all black dog like i'm toto
I be getting home so high dat I be hitting up my old hoes
(Yeah)
Now let them drums hit
Remind me of the time we use to fight over them drumsticks
Now you can't tell me nothing i'm just tryna get my son rich
Hit the blunt then krama come
She hit me back
The blunt hit
F*ck them type of niggas
Only hit you when its sum lit
Type to throw some shade
But aint got shade to throw that bum shit
That's real Shit
Roll up and then i peel shit
Smoke one for my homies
I'm praying that we get rich
Yeah i'm just praying that we get tich
I can't complain
I had a lot of homies now they laid stiff
It's max nigga!
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
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If god had a song to smoke to this would be it
All the rappers I know be talkin bout' that street shit
But they dont really live it
I swear to god that shit get me livid
Tonight's the night baby and you know we can't relive it
(Yeah)
If this is the moment we gotta own it
Don't worry bout' bitches f*ck my opponents
Told zay play the beat
Don't worry nigga i'm on it
Weed man front the eighth
So now the youngin be zoning
(Yeah)
Through the stressin I find my way through the blessings
Everyday it's been a lesson
I just take it by the second
Give me a second
Damn bitch
Let it sink in
All the smoke from my smoker friends will probably creep in
And my girl friends told my girl I be creppin
Sorry baby its the weed in my system
So after all my niggas roll up
We gon let the beat breathe
Nigga hold up
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
I tell you homie its nothing to be a real nigga
Problem is it cost alot to keep it real witcha
See I don see a lot of young niggas crack under pressure
And in weather
I get high just to get myself together
I'm dolo
In polo
In all black dog like i'm toto
I be getting home so high dat I be hitting up my old hoes
(Yeah)
Now let them drums hit
Remind me of the time we use to fight over them drumsticks
Now you can't tell me nothing i'm just tryna get my son rich
Hit the blunt then krama come
She hit me back
The blunt hit
F*ck them type of niggas
Only hit you when its sum lit
Type to throw some shade
But aint got shade to throw that bum shit
That's real Shit
Roll up and then i peel shit
Smoke one for my homies
I'm praying that we get rich
Yeah i'm just praying that we get tich
I can't complain
I had a lot of homies now they laid stiff
It's max nigga!
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
All the rappers I know be talkin bout' that street shit
But they dont really live it
I swear to god that shit get me livid
Tonight's the night baby and you know we can't relive it
(Yeah)
If this is the moment we gotta own it
Don't worry bout' bitches f*ck my opponents
Told zay play the beat
Don't worry nigga i'm on it
Weed man front the eighth
So now the youngin be zoning
(Yeah)
Through the stressin I find my way through the blessings
Everyday it's been a lesson
I just take it by the second
Give me a second
Damn bitch
Let it sink in
All the smoke from my smoker friends will probably creep in
And my girl friends told my girl I be creppin
Sorry baby its the weed in my system
So after all my niggas roll up
We gon let the beat breathe
Nigga hold up
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
I tell you homie its nothing to be a real nigga
Problem is it cost alot to keep it real witcha
See I don see a lot of young niggas crack under pressure
And in weather
I get high just to get myself together
I'm dolo
In polo
In all black dog like i'm toto
I be getting home so high dat I be hitting up my old hoes
(Yeah)
Now let them drums hit
Remind me of the time we use to fight over them drumsticks
Now you can't tell me nothing i'm just tryna get my son rich
Hit the blunt then krama come
She hit me back
The blunt hit
F*ck them type of niggas
Only hit you when its sum lit
Type to throw some shade
But aint got shade to throw that bum shit
That's real Shit
Roll up and then i peel shit
Smoke one for my homies
I'm praying that we get rich
Yeah i'm just praying that we get tich
I can't complain
I had a lot of homies now they laid stiff
It's max nigga!
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Im smoking on this weed to get high i-i
And thats the only thing that gets me bye i-i
Im just tryna blow up and be the guy i-i
And be that nigga nigga
Writer: Paul Haymon
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